Those who gave me life and nurtured me
shared with me so little of their history.
Now that they’ve been gone for many years
I find I’m too late for the probing I desire.
Im not in need of family trees with names —
I hanker for some stories left untold —
stories I believe there must have been
but never shared with me. And now I care
and cannot probe — can only wonder why
when they were here I didn’t ask more questions.
Will my legacy be much the same as this?
When I am gone and can longer speak
will there be those who’ll wish that I had shared?
Strange that I should come upon these thoughts
while I sit here — a wonderer just wondering.